"Why?"
"You are even more brainless than me!"
The white-skinned monkey fell lazily on the wooden bed, propped up his legs, sighed, and then continued: "It's not like you can't see what kind of strength he has now."
"We're at an awkward point now."
"He can complete ordinary tasks easily."
"It's not an ordinary job. Pushing him out will lead to death."
"Besides, there are very few things in your warehouse that are useful to him, so why don't you give them away slowly?"
"Otherwise, you will be squeezed dry just three times before eternal night. What will you do when three times last forever?"
"After all, the third time of eternal night is the real highlight."
"Just study hard."
As he said that, the white-skinned monkey kept shaking his feet and humming a little tune: "Come on, uncle, if you are tired, give me a pound on your back."
The next second.
The long whip composed of Yin Qi was aimed at the white-skinned monkey and whipped hard.
"Damn, you are disrespectful!"
"Believe it or not, I will go find your father later!"
The white-skinned monkey jumped up from the wooden bed, still cursing in his mouth.
But the more this happens, the more excited the Yin Qi around him becomes.
The whip kept waving, making a rhythmic sound.
...
After leaving the post office, Wang Ye simply packed up. Before coming to the post office, he had already made a plan.
If there was anyone in the post office who disliked him the most, it was naturally the white-skinned monkey.
And this monkey seems to carry a lot of weight in the post office.
First of all, when I asked him last time whether he could take someone with him on the Lu Mansion mission, he made the decision for the post office.
Then, he used pallets to load things for himself at the post office, but the post office didn't stop him.
so...
As long as you do it yourself through White-skinned Monkey, it will almost certainly work.
that is...
Why do both White-skinned Monkey and Meng Po dislike themselves so much?
I have always been very gentle and friendly towards my friends.
After solving these minor problems, Wang Ye came to Zhang Ziliang's office again.
"are you ready?"
Wang Ye looked at Zhang Ziliang and asked.
Zhang Ziliang nodded: "I gave up brainwashing Canaan, so when you save people, you need to perform. As for whether you can convince him to be loyal to you, that is what you need to solve."
Wang Ye nodded.
After all, if you want to make this matter more realistic, it's best not to do anything to Canaan.
"By the way, I got a big guy in the wasteland."
"He also recovered."
"But the strength... is a bit weak, that is, the level of a ghost king."
"Very conscious."
"See if you can dig something out of his mouth, but as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't look like it's from heaven, hell, or the Buddhist kingdom."
"It's a bit mysterious. Maybe we can dig out some surprises."
Wang Ye said, taking out the soul lamp. Under the flames, the old ghost appeared in the office, but his eyes were closed, obviously still in a sealed state.
Is it just...the strength of the Ghost King?
Zhang Ziliang glanced at him with a strange expression: "Brother, this is the Ghost King. After you leave, why can I interrogate him?"
"Don't you have Zhang Xiao?"
Wang Ye looked at Zhang Ziliang and said with a teasing smile.
...
Zhang Ziliang's expression looked a bit resentful: "That crazy girl, I don't have the strength to speak."
"It's up to you to do it."
Sighing, he put the soul lamp in Zhang Ziliang's hand: "Take this thing. As long as his strength recovers a little, burn him with fire, and you can suppress his strength."
"Also, this is my knife. If it works, it can directly touch the origin of the ghost. If you cut it, it will hurt...very painful..."
Anyway, this trip to the Buddhist Kingdom was just a disguise. It was useless to carry something like the Ghost Sword that had been labeled as Wang Ye, so I simply gave it to Zhang Ziliang first.
Maximize utilization of resources.
Zhang Ziliang's eyes became bright with the soul lamp in his left hand and the ghost knife in his right hand.
"I don't have a problem with you doing research for Zhang Xiao, but don't screw up. When you come back, you will find that you have been bitten by this old ghost."
"Also, if that crazy woman Zhang Xiao damages this ghost sword for me while doing research..."
"I will hang her from the beam in the research room and let her look at a pile of equipment every day, but she will not be able to use it."
At this time, Wang Ye showed a gentle smile.
Very considerate.
"There is no way to do the experiment. She will probably commit suicide..."
Zhang Ziliang seemed to think of that scene and shuddered.
"By the way, it's best to find someone to disguise myself as me and sneak around outside when you have nothing to do."
Wang Ye gave another instruction.
Zhang Ziliang's expression was a little strange. He glanced at him and said very confidently: "Don't worry, I promise to make it look like the real thing."
"If that's okay..."
"I'm going to rob!"
Wang Ye adjusted his cassock, and a Zen staff appeared in his hand. He called Zhang Ziliang a Buddha's name: "Donor, little monk, please leave."
For a moment, Wang Ye exuded an aura of compassion, like a Buddha who sympathized with the world.
Red lips and white teeth, with a hint of aloofness unique to Buddhist disciples...
At this moment, he looked more like a bald donkey than those bald donkeys.
"Damn, what are you pretending to do!"
"I was more handsome than you when I was young!"
Zhang Ziliang said sourly, picked up the old ghost in the seal on the ground, and dragged him away.
But he never looked at Wang Ye again.
Wang Ye kept adjusting his own state, and kept recalling the temperament and state of the people in Lingshan in the illusion created by the three pages.
Compared with those people, those guys in the Buddhist Kingdom today always seem to have a little less charm.
soon...
A handsome young monk walked out of the Tianzhu branch, carrying a Zen staff, and came to the Xing prison that had just been built in Guimen Pass.
At this time, there was only Canaan in this prison.
Enjoy supreme VIP service!
Exclusively luxurious and independent mansion with an area of over 1,000 square meters, but it is already a bit miserable.
"Amitabha!"
"What did I, a descendant of the Buddhist Kingdom, do to deserve such treatment?"
There was no shouting, it seemed like just a plain narrative, but it reached everyone's ears and was clearly audible.
"I am Buddha..."
"mercy!"
As the voice fell, a huge Buddha image appeared in the sky above the Gate of Hell, emitting thousands of rays of light, attracting everyone's attention.
Then, the Buddha figure stretched out a finger towards the prison.
The prison collapsed.
But the cell where Canaan was imprisoned was preserved intact, and the strength was controlled just right.
Canaan was covered in blood at this time, his face was pale, and his eyes were very dull. He was leaning against the wall and kept mumbling to himself. Wang Ye listened attentively, and it seemed...
"Let me die..."
"Let me die..."
...
What did Zhang Ziliang do to this child?
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